Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3617 Glory II

Glory.

Far too many sought it, and very few ever ended up achieving it.

But at this moment, after years of research and experimentation, an Alchemist became the only possible version of himself across countless frequencies of existence!

"I feel it!"

WAA!

He roared out as his weavings denied Megalos Mountains smashing into him, the eyes of the Peacemaker flashing dangerously as he became stern and seemingly was about to make a critical decision of whether to use more of his power here.

But before he did so, brilliance flashed in his eyes that stopped him.

As if he had received a feed of information from the depths of his being!

And his Bow lowered down slowly.

He looked at Ashmole, whose Undeniable Telos Prime Source looked like it was burning and undergoing a nirvanic procession, his complexity spilling out into a place it had never arrived at before as he laughed madly!

"I FEEL IT!"

BOOM!

Everything nearby shuddered a truly fantastical emergence of complexity bloomed, the visage of Ashmole being reconstructed as his source pulsed to radiate waves of complexity that could even make a Greater Source fall to their knees from the sheer pressure.

"Ah…"

A joyous shout rang out from Ashmole as his gaze was turned up, lustrous back hair and beard showing on his face as he gazed up as if there was something only he could see.

The Peacemaker could not see it in his current state.

But Noah, burning with a light of brilliance as he had already silently entrenched a great deal of unique flows into Ashmole that he had no idea about…he could see it.

A path that Ashmole followed.

A path shooting up and connecting towards an endlessly vast flow- the reason why Ashmole's own flow had gained color and size.

At this time, this path had been expanded tens of times compared to before, as what Ashmole could channel through it was many times grander!

This was…

"A True Channeler…A True Channeler of Existence!" Ashmole roared boisterously as golden tears ran down his face.

His complexity buzzed with heaviness as around him, the sense of impurity was suppressed so tremendously that he seemed a wholly new man.

On his chest, a clear black Nine Pointed Star shone as his whole demeanor gave off a feeling of immensity.

He turned towards Noah and gave a sidelong glance to the Peacemaker as he smiled, bright white teeth burning with brilliance showing as he bowed.

"I thank you, the great contributors to my cause. None of you are used to failures if any, so this will be a good learning opportunity. I, Ashmole, stand before you now having exceeded the weavings of any common Source. Any common existence. I have become a True Channeler of Existence as already; I can feel a calling towards a place…a place where the Legends you all have only heard over the eons should be!"

His whole existence seemed to be brimming with exuberance and complexity as after he bowed, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

His gaze became as he seemed about to shift his entire demeanor and begin talking about revenge, but at this time…Noah turned and shook his head with perplexity as he asked.

"That's it?"

WAA!

A simple question that caused Ashmole to frown.

"Horrid narcissism until the very end. I shall start with you, Osmont. This time, I won't just ask for a drop of your blood. This time, I want it all."

…!

He dropped all pretenses and got ready to move as opposite him, Noah shook his head with disappointment and replied.

"This…seems to not be the path that the Beyonder and others have taken, or maybe they have exceeded it. But either way, this about wraps up this little experimentation."

Utterly cold and dreadful words came from him as he began to float towards Ashmole.

He nodded to him as if letting him know he could give it a try.

"Go on. Let me see your elevated complexity."

…!

Words of utter disregard echoed out coldly as, under the smiling eyes of Ashmole, rage began to seethe as he touched his chest.

"I will not make it easy for you, Noah Osmont. I will…?"

Ashmole stopped and looked down at his chest.

He was activating his weavings, but…why was nothing coming out?

"What…?"

His eyes shone dimly with perplexity as, in the next moment, he began to sway as he floated in the Expanse.

As if…he could not even control his body.

"What is this?!"

Confusion gave way to shock as his eyes looked up to see Noah's figure nearing him, coming to tower over him inches away as he looked down with eyes that Ashmole hated the most.

Eyes of control and majesty.

As if everything happening was solely under his calculations and control!

But this should not be.

He had exceeded himself. He had just become a True Channeler!

And yet…why could not sense any of the grandiosity he just had? Any of the tremendously wide channel he could course unlimited power through?! Why…did his unfathomably elevated Source seem so distant? As if did not even exist?!

Standing over him, Noah seemed like an insurmountable force of nature as he spoke out coldly while a tendril of white radiance unfolded from his palm.

"Channeler or True Channeler…what difference does it make if you draw from the same True Source? All one has to do…is block your access to said Source."

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Dreadful words that caused Ashmole to raise his head with incredulity rang out.

Block access to the True Source?

The Wheel of Existence itself?

That…

"That is…impossible?"

He seemed to question even his own words as his eyes shook with incredulity and a sense of despondency.

"I did everything. I…I studied. I observed. Across cycles. Across Frequencies. All parameters, I…I…"

His lips trembled as truly, no matter how much he reached out to his complex Source, he could not reach it!

What possible explanation could there be apart from what this monstrous creature had just said?

But that…should be impossible, right?

Ashmole gazed up towards Noah.

And as if Noah could read his thoughts of impossibility, he spoke out coldly.

"In Existence, nothing is impossible."

WAA!

From his hand, the white tentacle shot out like a dagger, sinking into Ashmole's forehead as right after, his eyes became glazed with a black and white radiance!

A distance away, a Bow disappeared from the hands of the Peacemaker as he found his already transparent body began to fade away even more. His eyes buzzed with their own unique complexity as he looked up towards Ashmole, his gaze coming across the entity who had taken him down even after his feared success as such a being…was looking towards him with interest!